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The valley floor was a mire of thawing mud, a thick slurry that gripped the hooves of the Ron horse with a sound like a…

The wind in Redemption Gulch had a voice, and it spoke of grit and endings. It was a coarse, rasping sound that scoured the paint…

The sun, a molten disc, bled across the dusty horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and bruised purple. A lone wagon, its canvas…

The porch swing had one chain left. It had hung that way for 7 years, a lopsided grin of weathered timber mocking the stillness of…

The wind on the high pasture never asked permission, and Caleb Mercer had built his whole life to match that kind of weather, steady and…

The dust of Redemption Gulch settled in a fine brown film on everything, coating the raw timber of the saloon, the warped planks of the…